I Snatched the Male Lead’s "Cool Novel" Script - Chapter 39

Lin Hegui quickly decocted the medicine according to the prescription and brought it in.

“Drink it while it’s hot. I’ll do acupuncture for you in a moment.” She placed the medicine on the low table by the bed.

The bitterness of the medicine made Yin Beiqing frown hard. With an ugly expression, she covered her nose. “What acupuncture?”

“You still haven’t told her?” Lin Hegui asked Yan Yu.

Yan Yu: “I was just about to.”

“What exactly were you two talking about inside for so long?” Not a single proper matter had been discussed.

“Mainly…” Mainly, coaxing this ancestor took a lot of time. Thinking this, Yan Yu simply turned her head and explained to her on the spot. “Master said your soul power was depleted too much before, and acupuncture is still needed together with medicine to treat it properly.”

Master? It had only been a short while, and she was already calling her Master.

Yin Beiqing did not conceal the displeasure on her face at all. This sickly weakling got familiar with other people rather quickly. When they had first met, she had been so afraid she could barely speak a proper sentence, and afterward, she had even held a weapon against her.

“You should drink the medicine first.”

Seeing that Yin Beiqing, whose fur had just been smoothed down, was showing signs of emotional rampage again, Yan Yu hurriedly went to pick up the medicine, planning to quickly block this person’s mouth and settle things fast.

But because she underestimated the medicine’s temperature, the moment her fingers touched the bowl, she pulled them back from the heat. “Hiss—”

“Burned yourself?” Yin Beiqing swiftly caught her hand.

Yan Yu followed her gaze and looked at her reddened fingertips. “A little. It doesn’t hurt. Blowing on it will be fine. You should drink the medicine first.”

She wanted to pull her hand back, only to find that Yin Beiqing was gripping it tightly.

“Use this.” Before the atmosphere could turn strange, a voice cut in at an inappropriate time.

The two raised their heads and met Lin Hegui’s smiling-but-not-smiling expression. “Wounds need medicine. I may lack many things here, but medicine is not one of them.”

Yan Yu quickly nodded and accepted the medicine from her hand. “Thank you, Master.”

“You’re welcome, precious disciple. Burns should be rinsed with water quickly, or it won’t be good if they blister later.”

“Mm, all right.”

After sending Yan Yu away, Lin Hegui sat down in her place and faced Yin Beiqing with an extremely insincere smile. “Now, can you drink the medicine?”

Yin Beiqing stared at her motionlessly with a wooden face.

To be honest, she really wanted to get angry right now. But she was also very clear that only by doing as Lin Hegui said could her body possibly improve.

She hated her weakened self more than anything.

Very quickly, she weighed the pros and cons. With one hand, she picked up the scalding medicine bowl and decisively drank it all in one go. Her expression remained so calm that it was as if she had only drunk an ordinary cup of warm water.

“Isn’t it bitter?” Lin Hegui asked. “I even specially prepared sweet dates for you. Looks like they won’t be needed.”

“No need.” Yin Beiqing raised her eyes and looked at her, the resistance in her gaze impossible to hide. “I’m not a child.”

“That’s right.” Lin Hegui continued the second half of the sentence, her words carrying another meaning. “You’re not a child, yet you always love acting spoiled.”

How could Yin Beiqing not hear what she meant? Icy killing intent swiftly layered in her eyes. Unfortunately, the one trick Lin Hegui was least affected by was intimidation.

A bright white ball of light ignited in her palm. “Want to try?”

…

When Yan Yu finished treating her burn and came back, what she saw was a mess all over the floor.

It was not that the people inside had fought particularly fiercely. It was just that the undercurrent in the air made every step she took closer feel like her hair was standing on end.

“Disciple, you’re back.” With Lin Hegui’s greeting, all the drawn-sword tension dispersed.

Yan Yu looked at the two of them strangely. But the first thing she did was squat down and pick up the long needles scattered everywhere with heartache. “Master, these needles aren’t cheap. How did they end up thrown all over like this?”

There were nine types of needles, each corresponding to a different use. Yin Beiqing’s symptoms were physical weakness caused by excessive soul power leakage in her body. To replenish essence and qi, the main needles needed were filiform needles and ti needles. Among them, filiform needles were extremely expensive to make, requiring very precise craftsmanship to ensure the needle tip’s extremely fine diameter as well as its hardness and flexibility.

So to Yan Yu, the filiform needles scattered all over the room were basically gold spilled on the ground. It hurt terribly to look at.

“Your friend has quite a temper.” Lin Hegui turned and answered. “I tried for half a day and couldn’t get a single needle in. As for her, she almost leaked all her spiritual power resisting me.”

Yan Yu hurriedly went forward. Sure enough, she saw one small red needle mark after another on Yin Beiqing’s exposed back.

A normal needle insertion would not cause any obvious wound. Moreover, Lin Hegui’s technique was skilled. No matter what, she would not make such a mess.

“Does it hurt?” Yan Yu sat by the bed, brushing aside the hair near Yin Beiqing’s forehead as she studied her expression. “We agreed to treat your illness. Can we cooperate a little?”

Anger filled Yin Beiqing’s eyes. “I can’t cooperate with her.”

Even though she rationally knew that Lin Hegui was a highly skilled Healing Master, the resistance in her heart toward her always made Yin Beiqing unable to lower her guard.

Many self-protective actions were reactions carved into muscle memory. With Lin Hegui holding needles and stabbing her, how could she hold back from resisting?

It could be said that the fact she had not overturned the roof was already the result of suppression.

“But Jiwu’s shedding day is almost here. If we don’t start treatment earlier, I’m afraid we won’t make it.” Yan Yu looked troubled. “Can you endure it?”

Yin Beiqing raised her eyes to look at her, lips pressed unwillingly into a straight line. That expression made it look as if Yan Yu were an owner who, for the sake of saving money, had heartlessly handed her pet over to a shady little clinic.

The key was…

This move was truly fatal to Yan Yu.

“Master, how about I give it a try?” Yan Yu volunteered. “I have some basic understanding of acupuncture as well. At the very least, I know the basic needle-insertion techniques.”

As mentioned before, Yan Yu’s mother was an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Yan Yu had learned from her since childhood, and over more than twenty years, she had accumulated quite a bit of knowledge. However, because she had only lightly tried it on herself and friends, her experience was still shallow.

“You know acupuncture too?” Surprise appeared on Lin Hegui’s face. She opened the needle cloth roll and handed it to Yan Yu. “Try one needle on my arm and let me see.”

Yan Yu nodded. With her right hand, she took a filiform needle, held it between her thumb, index finger, and middle finger, aimed at an unimportant acupoint on the arm, and stabbed straight down. Her movement was clean and decisive, without the slightest deviation in direction.

“This is the insertion method for a draining needle.” Approval appeared on Lin Hegui’s face. “Withdraw it and try a tonifying needle.”

If they were doing acupuncture on Yin Beiqing, they would likely use more tonifying needles.

Yan Yu responded and took another needle. However, compared with the fast, fierce, and accurate insertion just now, her speed this time was clearly slower. It was as if she were observing the flow of blood and qi through the meridians, guiding the needle tip bit by bit into the skin. But her hand was very steady. Even like this, there was still no deviation at all.

Compared with draining needles, tonifying needle techniques were much harder to practice. It was like being asked to draw a straight line on paper. If one drew quickly, it might be easy to produce a smooth, decent-looking line. But if one were asked to do it slowly, many people would be unable to keep their hands from shaking and would end up with a result too ugly to look at.

“Indeed, not bad.” Lin Hegui rarely praised anyone so directly, but facing Yan Yu’s performance at this moment, she could not hide her joy. “As expected of the goddess chosen by heaven. You were born to learn Healing Arts.”

Yan Yu tugged awkwardly at the corner of her mouth. She could hardly say that she had actually spent more than twenty years cheating in another world first.

“Are you done chatting?” A certain person who had been left lying there with her back exposed for quite some time voiced her dissatisfaction.

“Done.”

Lin Hegui stood behind Yan Yu. “Come. I’ll tell you where to needle, and you insert them.”

“Mm, all right.”

“Be gentle, sickly weakling.”

“We’ll see.” Once Yan Yu picked up the tools, she could no longer spare attention to coax someone. What had to be done had to be done. She directly reached out and pressed down on the back of Yin Beiqing’s neck. “Be good and don’t move.”

“…” Yin Beiqing ground her molars. “Do you know the phrase murdering your close… friend?”

“I don’t.” Yan Yu blocked her with one sentence, and her right hand actually took advantage of the gap while speaking to insert a needle directly. “Does it hurt?”

“What do you mean, does it hurt?”

“The needle.” Yan Yu inserted three more needles in quick succession, her movements so practiced that she did not look like a novice doing it for the first time at all. “I’ve already inserted four needles. You didn’t feel it?”

“Your skills are better than someone’s.” Yin Beiqing still did not forget to praise one and step on another at this time.

That “someone,” Lin Hegui, suddenly took out a lancet needle. “I see that your friend has quite a lot of internal evil. She needs a different method to drain it.”

When Yan Yu saw this, she hurriedly stopped her. “Master, calm down. Her mouth is just foul. I apologize to you on her behalf.”

A lancet needle was different from a filiform needle. Its body was sharp and shaped like a miniature dagger. It was generally used to drain pus from external injuries. If this were stabbed into Yin Beiqing’s body, the needles Yan Yu had just inserted would all have been for nothing.

Lin Hegui’s expression had only just eased a little when Yan Yu heard her ancestor’s lazy voice ring out again.

“Why apologize? She was the one who first said I had too much evil qi.”

Her oil-on-fire tone made Yan Yu unable to endure it any longer. She gritted out, “Yin Beiqing!”

“Angry?” Yin Beiqing glanced at her from the corner of her eye and immediately restrained her arrogant posture. “Then I’ll be quiet. You needle me.”

Yan Yu finally got the quiet she wanted. With a serious expression, she continued inserting needles under Lin Hegui’s guidance. But Yin Beiqing increasingly felt tormented.

Soft fingertips continuously touched different parts of her back, carrying a familiar cool temperature. She closed her eyes and sensed these intermittent touches, increasingly feeling that this was not treating an illness, but stirring up the fire inside her.

“Hiss.” She suddenly arched her waist slightly, her voice carrying complaint. “It hurts.”

“It hurts?” Yan Yu was puzzled.

She had clearly inserted several needles earlier, and this person had looked as if she felt nothing at all.

“Then I’ll be gentler.”

“…It still hurts.”

“That can’t be. I’m already being very gentle.”

“Is that so? But you clearly made it hurt so much.” Yin Beiqing lifted her chin, lengthening the line of her neck. Then she lazily turned her gaze over. “Try blowing on it and see if that helps.”

She had seen it before. When the little fatty fell and hurt itself, Yan Yu would hold it in her arms while rubbing and blowing on it. It was clearly childish enough to make her frown when she saw it, but when it came to herself, she could not help making the same request.

“Good disciple, let’s use this instead.”

Yan Yu turned her head at the sound and saw Lin Hegui standing behind them with a serious face, holding the thick wooden stick from before. Her posture made it seem as if the moment Yan Yu nodded, she would immediately give Yin Beiqing a hard whack.

Yan Yu instantly became solemn. “Master, please calm your anger.”